Can you believe it? Of course you can, you can read a calendar, and if you can read this, you're sitting in front of a computer, which also feels the incessant need to inform of the date and time.
So I'm driving home, and hey, it's a normal day, at least one person in a large vehicle (a dumptruck today, just for variety, usually it's an SUV of some sort) decides that just because I'm in a dinky little Saturn, they can just move into the space I happen to be occupying. I keep waiting for one to hit me, but they always seem to realize that I'm an even bigger asshole than they are, and that no, I won't yield, I'm already here, I'm not the one changing lanes, and it's not my fucking job. Yeah, it's dangerous playing lateral chicken at 70MPH, but damnit, I'm not the one who's in violation of the rules of the road; fuck 'em. On the water, you always yeild to tonnage, but the Dulles Toll Road isn't a commercial shipping lane.
Can you believe it? Of course you can, you can read a calendar, and if you can read this, you're sitting in front of a computer, which also feels the incessant need to inform of the date and time.
So I'm driving home, and hey, it's a normal day, at least one person in a large vehicle (a dumptruck today, just for variety, usually it's an SUV of some sort) decides that just because I'm in a dinky little Saturn, they can just move into the space I happen to be occupying. I keep waiting for one to hit me, but they always seem to realize that I'm an even bigger asshole than they are, and that no, I won't yield, I'm already here, I'm not the one changing lanes, and it's not my fucking job. Yeah, it's dangerous playing lateral chicken at 70MPH, but damnit, I'm not the one who's in violation of the rules of the road; fuck 'em. On the water, you always yeild to tonnage, but the Dulles Toll Road isn't a commercial shipping lane.
Can you believe it? Of course you can, you can read a calendar, and if you can read this, you're sitting in front of a computer, which also feels the incessant need to inform of the date and time.
So I'm driving home, and hey, it's a normal day, at least one person in a large vehicle (a dumptruck today, just for variety, usually it's an SUV of some sort) decides that just because I'm in a dinky little Saturn, they can just move into the space I happen to be occupying. I keep waiting for one to hit me, but they always seem to realize that I'm an even bigger asshole than they are, and that no, I won't yield, I'm already here, I'm not the one changing lanes, and it's not my fucking job. Yeah, it's dangerous playing lateral chicken at 70MPH, but damnit, I'm not the one who's in violation of the rules of the road; fuck 'em. On the water, you always yeild to tonnage, but the Dulles Toll Road isn't a commercial shipping lane.
